"How utterly inhuman."
Smoker rushed in. His powers were remarkably handy: white smoke billowed behind him like a jet engine, propelling him forward at incredible speed. He made no sound as he moved, almost like a ghost.
"She's dead."
Seeing the little girl's head droop lifelessly, Smoker was furious. Guilt filled his face.
Ye Chen shook his head and walked over. He gently closed the little girl's eyes, then sighed. "Smoker, we don't have the time or energy to grieve for other people. Don't forget, we haven't escaped yet ourselves."
Smoker gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Chen. "How can you be so cold-blooded? She was just a child! She died so young. Don't you feel sad at all?"
Ye Chen shook his head. "When I was her age, I was still a slave!"
"..."
Smoker fell silent. He opened his mouth and stared at Ye Chen in shock, not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry."
After a moment, Smoker muttered the apology to Ye Chen and turned his head away, as though afraid anyone might see his face.
"Let's go."
"Wait."
Smoker took off his jacket and covered the little girl's neck with it.
The dead deserved respect. Such a young life had ended too soon, her neck bitten through in a sickening attack. Smoker couldn't bury her here, but he didn't want passersby gawking at her either.
The next room was crowded, with more than a dozen people inside. A huge water tank hung high in the center. At its bottom, a gleaming bunch of keys was clearly visible.
Everyone wanted those keys. Collecting ten would win the ultimate prize. The tank was enormous, taking up half the room.
They had been watching and hesitating because the tank was full of sulfuric acid. The keys were fixed